"Y'know... if Marc would just do his job..." her voice was irritated, her cold, bright eyes were scanning over the files in her hand. The pictures weren't taken very well, and the description of the scene was rather vague. Marc had really slacked up on his job lately, and it was really starting to piss Evangeline off. I mean, what the fuck is this: Strange writing on the wall in blood.... Thanks Captain Vague. She shook her head, and flipped another page rather angrily, ending up in giving herself a cut on her finger as the paper slid across and opened her skin. She hissed, and stuck her finger in her mouth, before continuing to flip through the pages, not that she was going to find much. With a sigh, Evangeline rested her head on her hand, and stared down at the images that they were shown.
So far, from what she could tell, the victim's eyes had been taken out. Not the first time she'd seen that. They were sprawled out on the ground, in their living room, on their backs, but outside of that, Evangeline couldn't really tell anything. There were no pictures of the blood on the walls. She sighed. The NYPD had called in their special team to check it out. Why they hadn't just called the team that's stationed in New York, Evangeline didn't understand. But since she and her team were stationed in DC, they were going to have to get on a plane and head out to the small town in New York state and figure it out. The arrangements had already been made. The hotel rooms had been bought, the office space had been cleared for them, and all they needed were the people themselves. Evangeline stood up, and reached over for her suitcase. God damn she felt sick. She blinked and breathed away the nausea before opening it quickly, and checking to make sure, again, that she had brought everything she needed. A week's worth of work and causal clothing, her toiletries, her camera, and a few things here and there that she felt like she was going to need. She was surprised she had been able to get it all into one suitcase. Most of the women in the FBI, actually, didn't pack very lightly. But she packed heavily enough to make it through anything, but lightly enough to get it all into one bag. She pulled her purse over her shoulder, and held her suitcase in one hand before going through her desk to make sure she didn't need anything else. She flicked off the light, which was cold and blue, made the room look rather depressing, but what room wouldn't look depressing with the weather outside? There was no rain, yet, but there sure were clouds. The view of the White House out her window didn't even look nice. Everything looked grey, and unhappy. But she was an optimistic person, and hoped that the sun would be out at least a little bit in New York.
As she started walking toward the door of her office, to meet the rest of her team, oh! the files! Evangeline, with a sigh, turned on her heel and walked back to the desk to pick them up and tuck them into her bag. She finished organizing the last few things on her desk, before flicking her dark brown hair over her shoulder, straightened her trenchcoat, it was cold out there, and started toward the door. Just as she reached her hand out to the doorknob, there was a knock that made her jump.
Knock, knock, knock...